a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic

i'll show u the rage i've hidden pt.2

But drifting off into his art for only half an hour definitely couldn't make up for the whole night acting like he was so glad to be at this damn social event. The company was packed with people, a large hall with a big stage in it, people walking around serving champagne and other drinks and his father standing up there with a microphone in his hands. Little round tables with flowers and other strange deco on it. Again, everything was black and white and gold and fucking boring . The suit he needed to wear was tight and uncomfortable - a simple black one with a white shirt under it, the first two buttons undone and even though Yunho that fucking snob was fighting about it, he was wearing one of his big silver necklaces and at least three silver rings - plus the thin one resembling his engagement ring. He didn’t fucking care about the color code of gold. Yunho on the other hand was acting like the perfect son in law, dressed into exactly the color everyone wanted to see him in. His suit also black, the shirt underneath in the same color but the watch on his wrist as well as his small earrings were golden. His hair put back for the first time, revealing two dark eyebrows and perfect skin.

Mingi just shoving down the second glass of champagne as he was looking over to him, sitting at the table with his legs crossed and watching his father as if it was the most interesting thing to do. Mingi was not even trying to not men spread in his suit, leaning deep into his seat and resting an arm on the backrest of the chair.

“ Our team has been listening to your feedback, studying the latest trends, and innovating to give you an app that truly stands out in the crowded world of dating apps. With that said, let me introduce you to the incredible new features of our new app FlareFlame ”, his father was talking into the microphone and Mingi was already close to fall asleep. Everyone was clapping and cheering, the massive Powerpoint on the wall switching to another page and Mingi was close to just stand up and leave. Reading the words Compatibility Insides, Algorithm, and all sort of boring phrases was literally sucking all the fun out of this.

And the only fun right now was the alcohol anyway.

Mingi therefore had no idea how he survived this without just yelling some dumb questions in between to let his father stumble a bit. Not really able to really breathe and relax as all the people were standing up and were guided to the next hall, right besides this one. Normal tables being replaced by standing tables, a massive buffet with stupid cliche towers of food and glasses on it and soft and delicate music coming from the speakers. People were able to walk around, asking questions and first of all finding connections. 

“Can you at least try to look like you know how to act in a place like this?”, Yunho was hissing at him, as he could see how Mingi was grabbing another glass of champagne while burying his free hand into his pocket. Walking around rather uninterested as he could see his father being crowded with people, fake laughs everywhere.

“What, are you already embarrassed of your husband?”, he was whispering, as he could see people walking past them rather slowly. Yunho was stopping all of a sudden, turning around in a way he was suddenly standing before him, placing a finger on his shoulder and pinching him hard enough as if it was a way to highlight his words.

“Listen, don’t think I am happy to be here with you just because I fucking know how to act professional. I hate this as much as you but I don’t want to make this even more embarrassing than it is, you fucking idiot”, he was spiting at him in a whisper, but at the same time he was blinking at him irritated as Mingi was letting his hand run over his lower back and pulled him into him strong enough for him to stumble forward. Placing his hands on his chest and feeling Mingi pressing a kiss on his cheek. His lips soft and hot on his skin and Yunho in so much shook that he could only blink.